Young new guy in town (MF) (milf) (romantic)

Jenny started noticing him a few weeks into the season. He met her eye contact a week later. At first, Jenny thought maybe he was the college son of one of the wealthy ranch families, the ones that descended to Montana with their Wall Street money and priced out the rest of us who’ve been here for a hundred years. They always seemed to send their teenagers for the summer, you know, to have an “authentic” cowboy experience.  
He had a young face. He sat straight and stoically, dark neat hair and a short beard. He always wore jeans and a simple black T-shirt.
He arrived at the diner always at 7am, and he always sat in Brenda’s section.  The day of their first conversation was a pretty slow Tuesday. After he paid for his black coffee and bacon and left, Jenny went about her business of organizing the diner’s display of pies in the glass cabinet.
She reached deep into the cabinet and had to bend down awkwardly to not mess up the pies in the back.
She heard the door chime again and thought “Good, I hope this customer orders something more than coffee.”
“Excuse me ma’am?” It was the bearded college dude. Jenny didn’t expect his deep voice.

“Oh, hi.” She said.
“Uh, someone dropped this outside the diner.” He presented a 100 dollar bill.
“What?”
She wasn’t quite sure what was going on.
“I found this.” He explained.
“You know, most people would just take it.” She quizzed.
“Nah” he drawled. That definitely wasn’t a Wall Street accent, she thought. He seemed a little nervous, Jenny thought.
“Well, I can keep it here and if anyone reports it, I’ll give it back.” She said and tucked it into an envelope under the cash drawer.
“Thank you ma’am” he said gruffly but politely and stood there, lingering just a few seconds longer than normal.
He’s cute. Cute in a little awkward but endearing way she thought. Jenny had grown up in this town her whole life and he definitely wasn’t like the locals.
“What brings you to Montana?”  She asked.
“Oh, just here for a summer job.” He said.
“Oh cool, where are you working?”
“I work for the Thompson’s, Ma’am.”
He spoke slowly, deliberately. A cadence that was definitely more Southern than she was used to.
“Oh, do you work in the store?” She asked.
“Yes, sometimes, Ma’am, but I also am a junior fly fishing guide too.” He said.
Jenny had gone to high school with Lance Thompson and his now wife Laney more than 20 years ago. She was familiar with their tackle shop and fly fishing charters.
In fact, Lance and Laney used to be better friends, back when she was married. But she lost those friends in the divorce, along with any hope for privacy. Gossip travelled too quickly in this sleepy town, especially juicy gossip of the former homecoming queen cheating on her husband. She desperately wanted to escape her reputation, especially when no one else has the full story but pretended to have all the answers.
“What is your favorite part of this town?” She asked.
He looked at her. His eyes, big and round and brown. She hadn’t noticed them before but she was drawn to him in some unexplainable way.
He thought, and paused.
“Just sitting down by the river and enjoying the scenery.” He paused.
Jenny stared at his lips as he talked.
He continued.
“I like how the river each moment it’s like a new scene. The river changes so fast, it’s different every moment. I like the sound of the river from my bedroom window too.”
She pictured him on his bed, chest bare, listening to the river sounds with moonlight filtering in through the windows.
“Where do you live?” She asked.
“On the Morgan’s property, ma’am. In the old ranch hands bunkhouse. It’s not much, but it’s nice these summer nights”
He smiled and something inside Jenny tingled. She wanted to know all about him.
“What’s your name?”
“Lars.”
I wonder what he kisses like, she thought.
And then as quickly as that thought entered her mind she told herself
‘Thats’s crazy, he’s so young!’
But, boldly she said
“Maybe I can show you some more scenic spots in town. You’be been to the river but have you been to the tunnel?” She asked.
“No.”
She smiled, “well, write down your number so I can get back to you about the hundred dollar bill.”
After he wrote it down, he thanked her and politely wished her a good day.
That night, random thoughts of a young, handsome scruffy cowboy peppered Jenny’s mind as she touched herself. She liked imagining what strong hands would feel like embracing her as they kissed.
The next morning, Lars chose to sit in Jenny’s section. She was secretly pleased.   
A week later and Jenny reminded Lars no one had reported money missing so he was free to have the hundred dollar bill. She presented him with the envelope. He accepted it but just looked down.  He unfurled the bill and folded it small, 5 times, shoving it into the slot of a jar on the counter- a fundraiser jar for a local kid with rare genetic disorder.
He explained to Jenny’s stunned face “she needs it more than I.”
She just stood there, other 21 year old guys would probably have spent the money on alcohol.
“Well, have a good day, Jenny.”
She loved when he said her name. It sounded sexy coming from his deep voice and young lips.
“Yes Lars, be safe on the river today.” She wished him well and he smiled. He stood there, lingering a bit longer than most would have.
Jenny liked his sort of awkwardness. He was cute. “Well, let me give you a hug, you know, for being a good citizen.” She said facetiously and pointed to the fundraiser jar.
She walked up to him and he wrapped his arms all the way around her. Her head nuzzled perfectly into the base of his collarbone. His embrace was confident. Firm. He smelled so tasty. She wanted his musk on her clothes. She held on just a bit longer than polite, then exhaled and released his embrace.
That day of the hug was like any other boring day, but Jenny felt herself drifting into daydreams of Lars.
“I wonder if his cum tastes as good as he smells.” She thought, then abruptly
“Jesus where did that thought come from?!”
But, she didn’t redirect that thought away. Instead she wondered deeply of consuming him and how good he would taste when she swallowed.
After a few more days of distracted work and building sexual frustrations, Jenny texted him “Hey Lars, it’s your new cute friend Jenny.”
Sent.
Oh gosh she couldn’t believe she just sent that. Nervously she checked her notifications. Nothing back yet.
Late that night, Jenny was at home, scrolling through her phone. She had just finished a glass of whiskey and an orgasm. Again, the thought of a young lithe mountain man was the image that pushed her over her edge.
She checked her phone out of habit and saw a new text message.
“Hey Jenny, of course it was you, you’re my only cute friend.” And, he sent a winky face emoji.
Oh my gosh was he returning her flirtations, she wondered? She felt honored he called her cute.
As a woman closing in on middle age, this response boosted Jenny’s self esteem. She always took care of her health but it made her stomach flutter when the young college guy complimented her.
She typed: “so, how has your night been?”
The summer sun had set hours ago. It was well into the night.
“It’s been pretty boring.” Lars texted.
She thought for a moment before she typed. “Care to spice it up? 😉”
Oh goodness I can’t send that, she thought. It’s way too bold!

But Jenny considered his shyness, his slight nervousness and knew she had to coax him out of his shell a little.
Sent.

She waited, and then his reply:
“What do you have in mind?”

“Pretend I was there in person. Would you kiss me?” She typed and sent.

“Yes, very much.”

“Great, me too” she texted. She sent a kiss lips emoji.
She wanted him to play along with her sexting game but knew it couldn’t get too dirty. She had to build it up slowly until he begged for her.
Jenny wrote again:
“I start by taking your two hands and wrapping them around the small of my back. We embrace and I press my head against your strong chest.”
She wrote again without waiting for Lars to respond.
“You like my tiny waist and sweet scent. I tilt my head upwards and whisper, ‘Kiss me, Lars.’ As directed, our lips meet gently and you like the taste of my smooth mouth. Your hands begin to explore the shape of my body and you wonder what is underneath my clothes.”
Sent.
As she was typing, her body felt warm. She was feeling very amorous and Lars was the only one she wanted.  She thought for a while how far she should take the sexting. Her imagination could certainly work up a much dirtier scenario. Ding! A Text notification!
Jenny read the message from Lars
“We keep making out and things get hotter. I move my hands down over your ass.”

Oh, she thought, I can work with this.
“Heat builds between us and I moan, ‘Lars, touch me here’ as I move your hands down to my breasts. My nipples stand erect and I can feel your bulge under your jeans. I press my body into yours even more firmly”
Sent. Damn, that sounds good right now, Jenny thought.

From Lars:
“Your boobs feel good and I squeeze them.”
Well, maybe sexting isn’t something he does often, she rationalized. It was OK because Jenny had basically run this makeout scene through her head every night for the last three weeks.

She typed: “I push you backwards until we find your sofa, I sit you down upright and climb on top, straddling you. We kiss and my breasts are at the perfect height for some attention from your mouth. In a frenzy of anticipation, I take off my shirt revealing my red bra. We kiss and your tongue feels good connected to mine. Hands are each exploring hair and skin and bodies. I grind into your jeans aching for more pressure.”
Sent. She quickly typed again.
“Lars, I want you so bad right now”
Sent, then quickly:
“I whisper into your ear then gently suck on your earlobe.”

His reply: “I want you too Jenny. You’re so hot.”

Jenny wasn’t sure if he was responding in the role play or in the present. Regardless, she had built up all this sexual energy and she had to rub herself again. She slid her hand down her panties. Goddamn she was already soaking wet with slick juices. She began swirling her hand in a gentle but pleasurable way. She re-read the texts  over and with firmness increased the intensity of circles on her clit.

A text message ding.
“I would like to see you tonight.” Lars wrote.
And then, the invite: “Can you come over?”
Should she? Lars was so young; Jenny had not been with a 21 year old in, well, 18 years, she calculated.
But she was already turned on, and she wanted his scent on her. It’s what she had been fantasizing about for weeks now.
“Ok. Be there in 10.” She wrote.
She walked the way to the Morgan’s place; a small town with only a few streets it was impossible to get lost.
She approached the bunkhouse and indeed she heard the river he described. Before she could knock, he opened the door.
“Hi” she said.
“Hi,” he returned, nervously.
Even though he was nervous Jenny still thought his slight southern accent and deep voice was sexy.
She walked inside.
The light was dim and the old house was simple. His fly fishing gear hung to the side of the door. There was a small bed, tiny kitchen and just one recliner in front of an old wood stove fireplace. Simple. He did have a pine candle burning on top of the old stove. Jenny thought that was a nice touch.
“Sorry, it’s not much.” He started, “uh, do you want to sit on my bed?”
Jenny laughed “yeah, there isn’t really anywhere else to sit!”
She sat down. “The candle is a nice touch.” She complimented.
“Thanks” He said succinctly and sat at the far edge of the bed.
That’s right, Jenny reminded herself she was going to have to break the awkwardness herself.
“Come sit a little closer to me, Lars.” She instructed as she patted the quilt next to her leg.
He scooted over and she began tracing his jeans lightly with her finger.
“I really enjoyed our conversation.” She said and leaned into him.
He nodded.
“Is it OK if I keep touching you like this?” She asked.
“Yes ma’am” he said.
She turned slightly and touched his chest.
She shifted and looked into his eyes. He returned her gaze. She kissed him.
Their lips met and it was better than even she could describe. She caressed his scruffy face and then kissed his neck. His breathing became more shallow.
The kissed and explored each other with intensity. Her pussy throbbed for more as she felt him growing in his jeans.
She pushed him back so they lay facing each other. Her legs intertwined with his and he slid his hands all over her clothed body. She couldn’t help to generate more pressure as she grind into his thigh. She rocked back and forth against his body never breaking contact with his lips. They kissed like this for a while. Time was irrelevant; Jenny wanted to savor each moment.
Lars broke contact first. “You’re a good kisser.” He said
Jenny laughed. “Thank you.”
“Would you like some water?” He asked.
“Yes” she said.
First, Lars was in the bathroom and Jenny swiped the quilt from the bed and lay it in front of the old fireplace.
She got her purse and took out the condom and lube. She hid the two accoutrements under the corner of the quilt.

Lars walked through to the kitchen
and remarked, “oh, a little change of scenery?”

She nodded. He filled the glasses with tap water and presented to Jenny. He returned to the kitchen and opened the fridge again. He popped two beer bottles and sat next to her on the floor.

“Want some beer?” He offered.

“No thanks,” she said. “I already had a whiskey earlier.”

“Ah, more for me” he smiled and sipped his beer.

“So what made you want to come out West? Just for fly fishing?” Jenny asked.

“Yup.” He said. “I just really like being on the river. It’s peaceful and relaxing. It’s definitely not something you’re good at immediately. It takes work. But when all the little details come together, it’s just the absolute best.”

Jenny finished her water and looked at him confidently.

“Can we skip forward a few steps?” She asked impatiently.

“What did you have in mind?” Lars asked. His brown eyes grew big.

Jenny stood up and took off her shirt. His eyes raised approvingly. He sipped his beer.

“Continue” He said.

Jenny unzipped her pants and slid them down. She stepped one foot out, then the other.

She unclasped her bra and wriggled out of her panties. She stood watching his expression.

Lars drank again from the beer bottle.

“You’re so pretty.” He said.

Jenny blushed and sat next to him. She kissed him again. His hands felt good exploring her body as their mouths connected. She lifted up his shirt and exposed his chest. His chest was firm as she moved her hands over his abs. He was breathing heavy and the dimples on her skin prickled as flutters of excitement washed over her.  

She undid his belt buckle and unbuttoned his jeans.  He wore tight boxer briefs and as she outlined the elastic band with her finger, she kissed his nipples.  Now his skin stood on end with goosebumps and he moaned in pleasure.

“Oh, do you like that?” she asked flirtatiously.  

“Mmmm” he moaned in approval.

“Lars, you’re getting me pretty wet.” she warned. “I need to be touched.” she said.

He looked her in the eye. “I want to watch.” he said and Jenny knew exactly what to do as she leaned back.

“Get me your pillow from the bed.” she instructed.

She positioned the pillow under her head and spread her legs wide.

She started to trace the outside of her vulva lightly. Lars was staring intently at her. His erection was visible under his boxer briefs. His dick looked substantial filling out all the space under the elastic band. He took another sip of his beer.

She began moving her fingers slowly inwards. She circled her outside labia lips. She circled the hood of her clitoris. Jenny loved being on display for Lars. She relished the attention as Lars never broke eye contact with her finger movements.

She felt the familiar twinge of lust and focused in on that spot. She circled her clit, never touching it directly, but she liked more pressure on the left side tonight.

“Oh my god, I can’t belive this is happening.” Lars exhaled out loud.

“Oh, you don’t regularly watch women masturbate?” She teased to lighten the mood.

“Never.” He admitted.

“Oh, well let me show you.” she began narrating. “I like swirls, circular motions, not touching the clit yet because its too sensitive. I like to draw out my orgasms” she said.

“And then, adding more pressure, right, here.” She paused as suddenly she couldn’t find the words.

No words just sounds now.

Jenny moaned louder.

She moved her hands with more pressure. Her breasts got hard and her skin glistened with dewy sweat.

Lars removed his boxer briefs and inched closer to Jenny. He took her breast in his lips as she continued to touch herself. He sucked hard and she arched her back.

Lars, as young as he was, felt reservedly handsome.  His scruffy beard was sexy, and without it he may have looked too young for Jenny. He was tall and lithe with legs like trees and hands strong like stone. As Jenny touched herself she thought he really was sexy and just didn’t know it yet.
She said “Come here and kiss me.”

Lars moved over her mouth and obliged. He ran his fingers through her hair.

Jenny paused and grasped both of her hands to pull him on top of her. The firmness of his body beared down against hers. She felt his hot meaty bulge press into the delicate part of her thighs.

They kissed. She hadn’t kissed this much in one night and she slurped him in.

Breathing shallow, pussy wetter.  

Lars kissed all over her soft body.
Yes,

Oh her neck again. ‘Kiss my neck again’ she wished.
Jenny loved feeling his scruff against the softness of her skin. She moaned every time the roughness electrified her sensitive nerves.
With all this kissing, Jenny was warm. Her body writhing the flickering candlelight begging instinctively to be fucked.
Her pussy was wet and puffy. Breathing deeply she looking him in the eye and confidently commanded, “now, I need your dick.”
She moved the pillow from her head to under her hips. This would be the best position to feel his thick member completely. She reached above her head, arms stretched and presented the condom and lube.

“You’re prepared.” he smiled.
He rolled the Magnum over his penis and positioned himself. She smiled mischievously and motioned with her two fingers “come here.”
Eyes closed, she exhaled at the moment she felt his firmness enter. She took him in, inch by inch and then opened her eyes to meet his gaze. He lowered his chest and she liked the pressure on her breasts.
Oh, he was big and thick and her pussy felt full with him inside.
He lowered all the way and wove his right hand into her hair, gripping with leverage to slowly thrust. He began pushing rhythmically and she moved her hips to match his movement.  With each apex, she shuddered as she took his cock entirely in her canal.
She breathed deeply and nuzzled her face into his scruff. She touched his strong back lightly and traced his muscles.
Oh God, he was so strong.
“Mmm, you feel good” she exhaled.

She closed her eyes and felt all his sensations. His scent like leather, musky and gruff. She breathed him in with each thrust.
With all the foreplay Jenny was dying for an orgasm, and she knew exactly how she wanted to cum tonight.  She brought Lars closer and kissed him. With one swift movement, she flipped and his body followed.

“I want to set the pace now.” she said.

She positioned his hands on her hips. “Hold me here,” she said. His strong hands held her as she slowly began moving back and forth.Her movements undulated on top of him, grinding into his cock.

“Hold me tighter.” she said.

His thick meaty hands grasped even harder, making indents into the flesh of her hips. Jenny threw her head back in pleasure as her moans got louder.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” she said.

She rocked and grinded, feeling him deep inside her and the pressure on her clit. She moved her hand over her clit and finally began rubbing it.

She kept the pace consistent. Jenny wasn’t fucking Lars fast or quickly but slowly grinding so she could feel every vein in his hard cock. She pulled out and leaned back a little on both of her hands. With this position, Lars had the best viewpoint of her perfect pussy.

“Tease me with the tip of your cock.” she commanded.

Lars held his dick firmly as he moved it up and down her slit. She grinded into it at the most senstive parts. She moaned.

“Yes, exactly like that.”

She rolled back and forth, up and down teasing her clit like she would tease a dildo. She slowly descended on his dick once more, moving down his shaft slowly. He was so firm his veins looked like they were about to burst.

“I’m rock hard for you Jenny.” he moaned.

She moved like this, up and down, consistently and deliberately. It was so much better than she had even fantasized. She felt all the blood rushing through her body, the swelling clit tingling and grinding and quivering. She felt her nerves light up and she needed it faster, harder. She moved intentionally, up and down his shaft.

“I’m going to pull out and I want you to slap my clit with your cock.” she warned him.

“OK” he said.

Jenny was experienced enough to time her orgasm. First the heat and the hurt, the ache and agony of needing to cum.  Then waves of goodness and pleasure, then the quivering and pulsating finish.

Almost there as she worked his cock.

Yes, almost.

Almost.

Right. There.

Yes.

She pulled out, yelled “spank my clit, spank, yes, slap it, harder, harder.” she yelled.

She came,

And then,

“I’m coming too.” Lars grunted.

He stroked his penis three more times and then his moment of orgasm spilling onto her pussy. She lay back in ecstasy letting the ooze slide down her milky lips.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9u93wf/young_new_guy_in_town_mf_milf_romantic